The last rally of the year and my first rally in almost two years. Wow, that’s really toxic!
As there was nobody available to drive the back-up vehicle carrying the tents and other camping equipment I volunteered to drive Hubby’s Ranchero. There was no way that I was missing this rally!
Arriving at our destination my friend Hestertjie and I were feverish with excitement, or was it the potion? Hestertjie and I have both not been to a lot of rallies lately. You see we are like Torch and Battery – the one can’t shine without the other! Anyway Hubby’s Ranchero is like Lebanese, quick to react when challenged! Caught up in the rally spirit I actually wheel spun the bakkie in reverse.
At the campsite everyone was scampering about to pitch the tents and get the site ready so we could get on with some serious rallying. At first when I saw the tent in Hubby’s hand I thought it was a bike cover but to my total horror I realized that it was our home for the next two nights. A two man tent for Shrek and Fiona, unbelievable! Oh well, its all part of the fun right? Right!
At least we had the gazebo (which looked like a palace in comparison) where we could sleep if push came to shove and it did on Saturday night.
An unenlightened Auntie once very scornfully told me, “Bikers have a terrible name, you know?” and my reply to her was this: “Yes they do. Did you know that Bikers eat their young?” her eyes grew large with horror and I continued, “I always tell them to start eating at the head and not the feet, that way they stop screaming quicker!” I still wonder why that Auntie doesn’t like me?
In the same breath though I will admit that there are many Bikers that should have been devoured when they were young! I am referring to those Bikers that have no respect for their bikes and rev the crap out of those beautiful machines. If you have never seen a grown man cry then you should go to a rally. There you will see him bragging in front of is pals and then burst into tears when the bike’s motor pops.
Other than that there is no closer bond of ‘brotherhood or sisterhood’ than that which you will find among the biking community. Different people from different backgrounds and various clubs ranging from Santa’s Saints (my parents never realized that I was dyslexic) Road Hogs, Wild bunch, Ugly Buggers with beautiful ladies and Christian Bikers all gathered peacefully and admittedly loudly for one weekend just because we all love motorcycles.
Entertaining us were die-hard bikers popping wheelies, doing burnouts and donuts. On the main road running adjacent to the resort two guys on a bike came past. Both driver and pillion as naked as the day they were born! Looking up at Hubby I smiled and asked, “Who knows where Red Nose goes?” I’m sure that the pillion rider must have been the butt (forgive the pun) of everyone’s jokes because on their return journey the two were riding back to back. The pillion riders “Red Nose” flapping happily in the wind singing “Free My Willie!” or was it “Please release me?” It takes all kinds to make the world, doesn’t it?
There were bands playing good music on Friday and Saturday. On Saturday we were looking at all the bikes that had entered the concourse competition. In the background I heard the vocalist say “I am going to play you the National anthem of Bikers around the world.” Someone in the crowd yelled, “De la Rey!” to which the singer replied. “People overseas don’t know De La Rey, Asshole!” Biker replied, “I was not aware that the word asshole was in the lyrics.” (Witty Biker) Another Biker shouted, “Well the English should blêrry well remember him!” (100% Boer Biker)
Believe me when I say that in order to build up your system’s immunity you should attend Rallies on a regular basis. I, who have been absent from rallies for a while picked up a “Rally Virus” that caused me to get laryngitis, but as Hubby would say, “All’s well that ends in silence.”
The best part of a rally is sleeping in your own bed on Sunday night! See you at the next one in the mean time, ride safe and stay alive!
Still in the biking spirit I was paging through a bike magazine this morning and came across this classic joke, it’s called “Menopause Jewelry.”
“My husband, being unhappy with my mood swings bought me a mood ring so he could monitor my moods. We’ve discovered that when I’m in a good mood the ring turns green. When I’m in a bad mood, it leaves a big red mark on his forehead. Maybe next time he’ll buy me a diamond!”
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